New Job

14 May 2013. Mood - Bad. A new job. My third job. I originally wanted to end my second job not knowing what my third would be. However, within two weeks of ending my second I find myself starting my third. How dreadful. The restfulness of the foregone months are now past. What seemed like an eternity was gone as fast as lightning. The malaise of many of my yesterdays are now back to haunt me. The lateness of slumber has increased the solemnity of the occasion. Future, what do you have in store for me? Why am I constituted in such manner that rejects labour as curse?